"The Black House"

This is a verse to a song that me and MOG made at least four or five years ago, reflecting upon the event that a black man would be the President of the United States...We called it "The Black House", and it was done over a loop of a Jay-Z cut( that joint that had his mother's narratives on the hook...I can't remember the name of the song...damnit!! LOL). Hope you enjoy


Hook: My house is my home, I run it like Jimmy bones/ wit a butterfly blade, shovel and microphone
We attack like giant clones, Dame n Galakk/ Double K an' Ramo, we paint the white house black...

"Sam's on "Ambush Makeover" scared out of his ass crack, wakin' up and his house is black
Twenty years n change, now Kinte's runnin' war games/ Whitey ford's insane, fucked around n gave the reins to Ving Rhames

Years of breakin' chains to change, Dr. King laughin hard in the grave
Maybe thinkin the same thing: Uncle's not ready/ too many nephews, 'scopes out wit the aim steady

Guess who's comin' to dinner? Just waiting for the day, fair n square, we make brown the winner
Check the resume, we built nations and civilizations/ such as this one, why are you playa hatin'?

Shit got better, yet I feel the Old order/ Opportunities there, but half are filling quotas
Apply by phone, but te llama's Mustafa/ you think they're calling back, even if you're a top scholar? Holla!

I'm just waiting for the day Sam's house gets "tagged" top to bottom, chrome on the motorcade
If I had my way in reality at least, Mr. Tibbs with the keys and a four year lease......"